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Originally Posted by Cantankerous
and another time my boyfriend was trying to wake me up and i said "go away, i already shelved all the records."
IT MADE SENSE AT THE TIME
i'm a really heavy sleeper
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Me too, I sleep through anything. Last saturday in london turned into an all nighter, when I arrived back at home on the sunday afternoon I was exhausted, so I decided to lay on my bed, kidding myself that I could have a little power nap and get up feeling better. I must have been out for the count for 2-3 hours, I woke up in a confused state, felt so alien, it was fairly dark, but I had no idea what time or day it was. Just getting out of bed seemed like a complex maneuver.
Has anyone read the poem 'making cocoa for Kingsley Amis', by Wendy Cope?